Happy Happy Joy Joy

April 4, 2005

One of the best poets alive today — or in my opinion, the best poet alive today — is coming to St. Paul this month.
I can hardly contain myself.
Gary Snyder, hero to my heroes, profound poet, wanderer of the wild, mounter of mountains, meditator, dharma bum, will participate in Minnesota Public Radio’s Talking […]

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Rush

March 16, 2005

Rush
I wrote
a poem once
about the darkness
outside my headlights
I tried to convey
how small you feel
on a country road
at night
How your half-sphere
of light moves
through the blackness
at sixty miles per hour
You don’t feel
that way
on city streets
with lights and apartments
You need the summer night
outside your headlights
to be alive with frogs
and restlessly sleeping birds
to feel that way

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The birds were singing as they were known to do at that time of the morning.

February 21, 2005

The birds were singing as they were known to do at that time of the morning. The late season meant that they would do this for an ever-decreasing span of time until finally the chill of the morning merged with the chill of dusk and they would not sing at all for weeks and months.
When […]

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You Won’t Hear Me Complaining, Part II

January 27, 2005

Books I got at the library last night:

Not So Wild a Dream, by Eric Sevareid. Sevareid was the guy who wrote Canoeing with the Cree about his and a buddy’s 2000 mile canoe trip from St. Paul to Hudson Bay in the 30s. An incredible book. This is supposed to be a great book about […]

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881 reasons why i love jose saramago

December 8, 2004

On that afternoon, when the rain stopped, Cipriano Algor walked down the street to the main road, unaware that his daughter was watching him from the door of the pottery, but he did not need to say where he was going, nor did she need to ask. Stubborn creature, Marta thought, he should have gone […]

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spreading the good stuff around

December 7, 2004

my boss scott sent this to me today. from this morning’s writer’s almanac. in his words: it’s a dandy.
Passengers
At the gate, I sit in a row of blue seatswith the possible company of my death,this sprawling miscellany of people - carry-on bags and paperbacks -
that could be gathered in a flashinto a band of […]

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